[Intro: 'Scarface' sample (Raekwon) {Ghostface Killah}]What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with meI told you, no fucking kids, no, but you wouldn't listenWell, you stupid fuck, look at you now {Ya'll already know!}(For real, ya'll, back behind the wall again) {yeah, you know what it is}(You know what it do, '09 style this time) {It's time to go in now, ya'll}(For real, making CREAM again, nigga... BLAOW!) {you already know, it's crunch time}[Raekwon]First of all, black park it, guns, we spark itHit you in the back of your dome, from far, kidDice kickers, gun clickers, run up in the bank for ones, quickThe drug dealer niggas, we flip 'emPolo rugbies, flags on my hats, you love theseKnockout artists are one-pieceFly in a foreign, all my money ties is tied-upI'd rather sell coke, no bargainTough like a Hummer, fly like a MaybachSpot runner, clap you in a gun shop, one upFuck about police, we Park Hillians with gold geeseAnd everyday's a Sunday EasterCousins in Gaza, the new improved ShottasStretched out, mink on the floor, you hassaWe run through with turbans, diamonded up chain with boots onMori umbrellas in TucsonRhyming is a color, the lifestyle is live, my fly brothersSomething go wrong, we slug something[Interlude: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)]Chill my nigga, chill (I got this, I got this)Make sure you handle that beat, you know what time it isBody that beat, man, come on (Yeah)[Ghostface Killah]You can catch me anywhere, frost bitten chainBad dame, a thousand grams in DelawareThe smokeshop's is owls, laid back, hanging niggas to deathWord, you can call us coat racksWith 'giants' all around me like, Eli ManningThe bitch is on the block like, he died scramblingCuz L frames is crack, popped out, nina one of his eyesCan't come back home, they locked outAll he did was re-up, hustle for kick moneyKept Beez all around him, thinking he shit honeyBow, I'm into bobsleds, wasting large breadGucci helmet is blue, trim in his dark redThe rap TJ Swan, it's me AsonIf he don't spin my shit, break the DJ armAnd glide off like an escapade, renegade on iceLemonade Clark, the haze is niceThe Goldielocks, rocks sapphire, chain is rightBitch niggas, ya'll watch what ya'll say in ya mics, suckas[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yoLet me go in there one more time and air these niggas outFor old times sake, you know how we do, my nig'Old times sake, just for me, man, one more time, I'm begging youLet me just go in, and just fly on these niggas heads, manIt's what I'm talking about[Ghostface Killah]It's like a body in a project hallway, who did it?Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ichThat's my word, it could never be meYou see the deer head on the living room wall, like his neck fell offThat can be all sculptured and glazed with glossCall the shots that Bill Belichick would callSnake niggas slither all in the glass house, racial slursWhen it's time to go to war, they cash outThrow 'em in the rear-naked choke, they tap outNiggas try to surround the kid, I backed outAnd threw two rocks at 'em, watching the ho dropI'm from a place where we locking the low glocksYellowtape, the bodies, jiggy and road blocksGot the towels up in the air, it's so hotTalking bout Staten Island, profilingSwitchblade city, the goons is wildingEscape from my slums, nigga, you got talentAnd we don't want the fifth of 'yac, we want the gallon['Scarface' sample]What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?I told you, man ---[Method Man]Vacate black, bust gats, wherever we atYou all that, hit 'em in the chest, we fall backI got mines, nigga, where yours at?We call that, raw rap, got fiends in front of my door matThat Witty Unpredictable fly shit, drive-by shitThese the niggas I ride withAnd we gon' get cake, ya'll, as soon as this pie splitSmacking up the dry snitch, nigga, you my bitchSomebody put Tical on, matter fact, put Tical onOne suuu, Staten Isle on 'emI bank roll, I break codes, and I ain't trynna catch another case, case closedGive me my crown, cuz I deserve it, real dudes giving me poundsBut not too close though, the semis'll roundBitches, running they mouth, goons, running your gateMy team running the block, cops running my platesWell fuck that, Criminology rapNiggas hate, I hate back, floating in the flyest Maybach, nigga